I am full of things beginning
Look at all these names carved in this big old beech tree!
Where the grooves sprout clean shoots
Let it begin
I read the clarity of the sky and her haze
The way it hangs on the trees that bear my name
The milky dust that waits out the blue
Let it begin
The tulips will open!
Golden Parade
Missouri Sweet
Her Victory
Let it begin
All the trees bear tags that each hold
A variation of the benediction
In loving memory of our mother
Let it begin
Common witch hazel grows
The grass is ripe
With cardinal conditions
Let it begin
We talk our way down St. Felix Street
Attributes of banners and deer
Coronets at our feet
Let it begin
My son watches the dancers
Being fit for spring’s costumes
The pins are tucked slowly
Let it begin
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